Arrrrrg...
So I just got home...again.
Devon and I went out again tonight. We went to Best Buy, Borders, and then Bed Bath and Beyond. Got back out to the Jeep, opened the driver side door and the window shattered. Not sure exactly how or what happened, not sure to take it as some random person fucking with the Jeep or someone who knows me fucking with me or just some fluke thing. *shrugs* I'm letting it go as a fluke thing for now. More stuff like that happens and, well, anyone fucking with me is not going to be a happy person when I'm through.
I don't know, hate crime's seemed to pop in my head. Could have something to do with the way people look at Devon and me when we're walking together hand in hand or something. I never really saw before how many people really don't like the inner-sex dating thing. And you know what I say to them? Too Fucking Bad. I found my happy thing, fuck off and find yours. I shouldn't have to not be able to touch my girlfriend in public because people think it's "wrong" or some bull shit. "Normal" couples do it all the time, they can walk around hands all over each other and no one gives it a second glance.
I'm just frustrated...with the window thing because it's going to cost my parents at least $300 dollars to be fixed. I offered to help pay for it...didn't accept it, but I'm going to try to help anyway. It was with me at the time, I drive the Jeep almost more than they do now, I feel like I should help them out a bit.
I'm also frustrated with people...which should be pretty clear. It's like at school this morning too, I was walking with Devon to her first hour class and this preppy bitch all dressed in pink sees us holding hands and starts flipping out going "ewww" and shit. Fuck off. Seriously, I'm getting sick of fucking closed-minded fuckers. Get the fuck over it. Hell, if my parents told me to break up with her because they thought it was wrong, I'd tell them the same thing. I love my parents to death, and yea, I do have a tendancy to listen to their advise...unless it's leaving someone that I care about.
I don't give a rat's ass what you people think is wrong or right. I'm going to date whoever the fuck I want to date. Devon makes me happy, I'm happiest when I'm with her, live your own goddamn lives and stop worrying about mine.
Now with rants out of the way...Devon might be going with us to the Smokey Mountains. I hope like hell she can go. :) And I'm really tired, so I'm off to bed.